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It’s All About Her

It’s all about her.

Ziva rules, Gibbs drools.

Gibbs has been a naughty boy of late, more so than normal, so he’s taking a respite from celebrity.

Ziva ponders the goings-on and noise over in the field. The “beep, beep, beep” of heavy machinery plowing earth woke us up at 6:30 am on a Saturday morning – a day when I prefer to “sleep in.” Costco is building next door. It’s apparent that Ziva, nor the remainder of the humans and creatures in this apartment complex, will be sleeping late on Saturday mornings through most of the summer. The Queen is displeased. She may have to move her throne to a more peaceful palace.

I love Ziva’s paws, but not so much the nails that grow. The Queen despises nail cutting day, spitting and sputtering and swearing at me in cat tongue. I can clip the front nails, but those back paws are off-limits. They get a once-a-year clipping at the vets, just so I can show her who’s boss.

Yeah, right.

Anyhow, Ziva has bunny-soft fur and those paws of hers have the most beautiful variations of gray. The photo does not do justice to the royal appendages.

Cats have it all – admiration, an endless sleep, and company only when they want it. ~Rod McKuen~

There is an admiration by some for her endless ability to sleep, to ponder, to openly vocalize her opinion, and to effectively act the Queen. Natasha calls her Miss Priss. Gibbs calls her Thatpaininmya**suckup.

I’m trying to resist the urge to do a search on your blog for the mentions of Gibbs and Ziva so I can put together mathematical proof that Gibbs gets more than his share of exposure. Suck it up, young man.